Douluo Continent: The Twin Sons of the Styx River, Shaking the World and Destroying the Heavens

Chapter 147 The Northern Sect

The one who was cursing saw a woman blocking their way.

"Who are you? Don't you know this is the carriage of the White Tiger Duke's mansion? Are you out of your mind?"

Xia Die held a sickle and looked at the group with a calm expression.

Who I am is irrelevant. But your lives have come to an end.

The moment everyone's eyes focused on Xia Die, her pupils suddenly contracted, and a broken gasp escaped her throat:
"How could it be you..."

These people knew Xia Die. Before, at the White Tiger Duke's mansion, they might not have taken her seriously, but now, they were nothing but ants in front of Xia Die.

“You, I remember, the one who hurt my mother.”

As Xia Die finished speaking, a bone-chilling cold seeped into everyone's throats like a spiderweb. Frost condensed with each breath, and every inch of skin trembled with a fine chill, as if they had fallen into an icy abyss of eternal night, where even their heartbeats felt frozen.

Xia Die, holding a sickle, walked step by step towards them through the snow.

His eyes, like purple gemstones, swept over the group and he said, "You, utter your last words. For you, they are your final whispers."

"Three little ones..."

Before the words were finished, a giant purple blade pierced through the body of the person who had spoken the three unfinished sentences, turning him into nothingness in the deathly silence.

"You must not utter that word. Everything related to it will be your fate today. I will send you away."

Eight purple halos engraved with butterfly patterns appeared one after another beneath his feet, and the power of death spread within this extremely small area.

A terrifying force pressed down on them directly.

The highest cultivation level in this caravan was only Soul Emperor; how could they possibly be a match for Xia Die, a Soul Douluo?

"Contra".

Xia Die is not just a simple Contra player; her strength has surpassed the level of a God King.

In other words, I am invincible among mortals and unparalleled even among the gods.

Xia Die's attack did not harm any innocent people. When such a thing happens, they would have already run away. As for how far they ran, it all depended on their fate.

In this cold and desolate far north, ordinary people cannot survive for long.

Xia Die stopped paying attention to that matter for now, as they were terrified by Xia Die's strength.

It seemed as if someone bearing this immense pressure uttered a single sentence.

"Brothers, she's going to kill us. So what if she's a Contra Master? There are so many of us, let's fight her to the death."

Perhaps it was this sentence that ignited everyone's fighting spirit, and everyone activated their martial souls immediately.

But even if it's activated, it's useless; it only suppresses things when the Martial Soul is activated.

The butterfly slowly approached the group; they were now like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of its predator.

"Is this the difference between a Soul Douluo and a Soul Emperor? Just a wisp of their aura is enough to immobilize us."

"Next, everyone, we will send you back to the underworld."

As soon as Xia Die finished speaking, she fiercely swung out a huge purple blade, which contained an extreme aura of death.

With a single strike, a person's physical body vanishes into nothingness.

It was an attack that used almost no soul skills.

These people were terrified by the power of the Butterfly and began to beg for mercy.

But their pleas had no effect on the butterflies; all that awaited them was the passing of their lives.

Life and death are all in the past; good and evil will eventually come to pass.

"Don't be afraid. Rest assured, there will be no pain. You will be sent off peacefully."

Without any further ado, Xia Die ordered everyone except the children imprisoned in the cage to return to the underworld.

After the matter was resolved, Meng Hongchen came over and said, "Adie, but after you dealt with them, what about these children?"

Xia Die looked at them. To be honest, most of these children were intended for sale and had been enslaved. In other words, even if they were sent back, it would be meaningless.

They will still be sent back to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. In their eyes, these children are already commodities, and nothing has changed.

Fine, let's give them a place to stay.

Xia Die said, "The other shore."

A woman suddenly appeared, and she was the one ranked second on the Heavenly Ranking. She used to be Xia Die's protector, but she is no longer.

Xia Die is stronger than her.

"My God, what are your commands?"

Meng Hongchen was shocked and said, "Ah... Die, who... is she?"

After Xia Die whispered something in the other shore's ear.

The other side took all the children away.

Xia Die also explained to Meng Hongchen that the woman was the one who was ranked second on the previous list of strong people, and was considered her protector.

Meng Hongchen was utterly astonished; it was actually that demigod.

"Alright, the small matter is resolved. We should head back now. It's very close to Winter City from here; let's go get some food." Winter City.

It is one of the cities in the far northern border of the Heavenly Soul Empire, and also one of the nearest supply points for some Soul Masters who are trying to enter the far north.

Besides serving as a supply point, Winter City also functions as a defense against some soul beasts heading south to the far north.

Because of the cold weather and heavy snowfall, the entire city was shrouded in a white snowscape, looking bright and radiant, truly deserving of its name as a city of ice and snow.

Meng Hongchen sat down at a restaurant and ordered several portions of barbecue.

As I passed the city gate, I seemed to see an acquaintance, but I don't know if it was just my imagination.

At the city gate, a woman said to the busy girl beside her, "Hanming, come with me. I think I've seen someone I know. It should be the person my mother mentioned."

At the city gate, Xia Die merely brushed past the other person without paying much attention. However, upon closer inspection, she would have noticed.

It was Lan Xingtong, from the Time Soul Master Academy in Xingluo City, who, in just a few years, had become a Soul Saint.

Hanming stopped what he was doing and said, "Oh, I understand, Sister Xingtong."

Then, the two walked in the direction that Xia Die had gone.

Xia Die, Meng Hongchen, and Bolysia were unaware of this event.

Xia Die gazed at the extremely cold, snow-covered city. This Three Kingdoms region, though peaceful, was exceptionally frigid.

"It's you! Long time no see." A clear voice rang out, interrupting Xia Die's sighs about the city.

Xia Die said, "You are, Lan Xingtong."

Xia Die has a good memory and hasn't forgotten anything.

Meng Hongchen looked at Lan Xingtong and Han Ming, and had no recollection of them at all; they must have forgotten.

Seeing the confusion on Meng Hongchen's face, Xia Die said, "Sister Meng, don't worry, you must have forgotten that she was the team leader of Xingluo City in that year, the captain of the Time Soul Master Academy."

"It's them."

Meng Hongchen remembered that the woman who possessed the Ice Phoenix Sword Martial Soul was one of the few Soul Masters with extreme attributes at that time.

"I didn't expect Miss Xia Die to still remember me. Yes, it's good to see you again."

Lan Xingtong sat down opposite them.

He then introduced Han Ming, saying, "This is Han Ming, and he is also my friend."

"Hello."

Hanming, with his long white hair, looked at Xiadie with great curiosity and kept talking.

"Are you Xia Die?"

"The number one on the Prodigy Ranking is amazing."

"Also, you actually have a Four-Life Martial Soul, your talent is amazing."

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Finally, Lan Xingtong coughed lightly, which stopped Han Ming's curiosity.

"By the way, what are you doing here?"

"We're here to procure some supplies for the sect."

"Zongmen?"

Lan Xingtong said, "That's right. I only studied at the Time Soul Master Academy for a few years. I come from the Far North Sect. Our sect is also a sect that worships the Ice God."

Regarding the memory of you that was previously exposed – the Ice and Snow Woman – my mother asked me to look for you. Don't be nervous, I mean no harm.

"Ice God?"

Xia Die glanced at Meng Hongchen, then looked at Lan Xingtong.

According to them, although the Northernmost Sect is one of the sects of the Heavenly Soul Empire and has a Limit Douluo in charge, in the current world, this is really nothing.

Even Ling Luochen's family is just a branch of the Northern Sect.

For the members of the Northern Sect, age is a problem due to their bloodline. If they do not break through to the Title Douluo level before the age of forty, they will die.

If someone has the ultimate ice bloodline, the situation is better, but in the Far North Sect, there are very few soul masters with the ultimate ice bloodline.

No more than three people own it.

Furthermore, the Northernmost Sect has very few men and is mostly female. The human race of the Northernmost Sect is also known as the Ice Clan because they all possess ice martial souls.

For members of the Ice Clan, once they cross the threshold of thirty, it's as if they've fallen into an abyss. Their bloodline seems cursed; their life energy flows away like sand in an hourglass, as if their bodies harbor a hidden, imperceptible leak, allowing their life force to seep out relentlessly. Even with all their efforts, they cannot fill this void in their lives, until their life force is completely exhausted, ultimately leading to death.

This terrible disease, like a dark cloud hanging over the Ice Clan, has plagued them for generations. To break free from this shackle of fate, the ancestors of the Ice Clan have relentlessly pursued their goal, never ceasing their search. Each generation has passionate young people, carrying the hopes of their entire clan, resolutely embarking on unknown journeys, seeking rare and precious materials to cure their bloodline defect, hoping to find hope for salvation in those legendary treasures.

Some ancestors sought alternative paths, attempting to introduce foreign bloodlines, hoping that the fusion of bloodlines would bring new life to the Ice Clan. They were full of hope and meticulously planned, but the results were always disappointing, and they never achieved any substantial breakthrough. This curse was like an invisible wall, standing between the Ice Clan and hope, seemingly insurmountable.

When the survival of their tribe hangs in the balance, facing life and death, the Ice Clan girls bravely step forward. They bid farewell to their familiar homeland and loved ones, embarking on journeys to unknown lands to continue the unfinished mission of their ancestors.

They held a firm belief in their hearts that they would find a way to continue the bloodline of the Ice Tribe. They even fantasized that they might meet their destined partner on their journey, bring a husband home, add new hope to the tribe, and allow the bloodline of the Ice Tribe to continue to flow in this land.

(End of this chapter)